It was kind of elite. She didn't like thinking about it that way, but there were some people who still acted like they were top of the heap. It was as much about hard work as it was about talent.
"Yeah? I'm not really cut out for the whole college 'party' experience. I never was, always a bit too shy." She paused when he said that he was from Norway and the buzz became annoying. She drew in a deep breath. Norway. Norse. No. It was just a coincidence. Nothing strange.
"Probably, I mean. English isn't your first language, then? Well, it's barely mine." She gave a self-conscious little laugh. "I'm fighting to get rid of my accent." When she felt the flower, she jumped a little, reaching up. Something small, soft. Oh. A flower! Not a bug, thankfully. Giving a soft laugh, she looked up, and gave him a bemused look. "How often does that happen?"